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The pair of teens followed the rural road into town, the texture of worn, cracked asphalt under their paws as they strode down the median. There was less than a mile ahead of them and the road curved only slightly, affording a good opportunity to see well ahead and well behind.

"Stop worrying! No one's gonna see you," the fox laughed, baring snarky teeth. "There's no one out this time of night."

His assurances did little to put Dylan at ease, who was now just as nude and exposed as his forest-dwelling friend. "Yeah, yeah, I believe you," he mumbled.

Walking down the middle of the road without a shred of clothing for cover took him well outside his comfort zone, and the further from the relative safety of the orchard they walked, the crazier the whole situation felt to the collie. His friend, however, strode confidently, tail swaying in his wake while in front his flaccid length swung and bounced indifferently off his thighs. Dylan figured this must be the kind of comfort and confidence that came with going nude all day, every day, while he, on the other hand, had remained steeped in confusion and self-consciousness through most of his adolescence. Walking down the middle of the paved road, Dylan couldn't help being very aware of his own nudity. To assure himself it wasn't some strange dream, the collie looked down now and then, each time confronted with the exhibitionistic sway of his bare pink length, balls swinging heavily beneath. His grown-up testicles sagged in their furry scrotum, and as scandalous as the sensation of the warm midnight air on his exposed sack was, he knew on a certain level it should feel natural. After all, Reed managed perfectly well without any cover or support. Perhaps it was the fox's company, but as Dylan dwelled on it, he gradually began to find some comfort in the way his sperm-plump orbs swung in the unjudging glow of the moonlight, more than they'd ever had the chance to before now.

Just as the collie was recovering some level of pride in his masculinity, the shine of headlights curved around the road up ahead.

"Shit!" Scuffing his paws on the pavement, Dylan nearly leapt into the undergrowth on the righthand side of the road, sprinting for cover. Twigs poked and thorns scraped against his fur as he moved into the trees and crouched stealthily, the car's headlights filling more and more of the roadway.

Reed, however, didn't follow. He was making little effort to run for cover, and Dylan watched open-mouthed as his vulpine friend merely padded over to the empty lane, just enough to give the car a healthy berth. Light poured over the naked fox, clearly illuminating him for the driver and anyone else. Every second with his friend exposed in the headlights seemed to pass in slow motion. The pickup finally passed them by, its grumbling engine fading as it drove off into the night and leaving them in peace.

Dylan slowly stood up from the safety of the undergrowth, still in the shadows of the trees.

"You . . . you said no one was out this late!" he accused the fox, heart racing.

He answered with a dismissive shrug, "Yeah, I dunno where _he's_going out at this hour. But don't worry, he didn't see you." The fox stuck out his tongue at the panicked collie.

Dylan was amazed. This kid didn't show any kind of fear or modesty, even as that driver got a clear-as-day view of him. Meeting Reed meant meeting all of him. He stood there on the roadway, his flaccid, uncircumcised length draped over white-furred balls, as plain and unabashed as the smile on his snarky face, and the fox was utterly indifferent to where anyone's first glance might happen to fall.

The collie struggled to put his thoughts into coherent words, "You just . . . but . . . he totally saw you! I . . . I'm not doing this!"

"If you drive around at night, you're gonna see some wild animals," he shrugged. But seeing Dylan reflexively covering his crotch in the cover of the trees, Reed softened his expression. A look of the earnest insecurity was on the canine's face. "Dylan, wait . . ." he continued, stepping into the roadside undergrowth. "I get that this is all new to you, and I forget that sometimes. Look, I'm sorry . . ." He rubbed the scruff of his neck, stepping over to the shoulder of the road. "I didn't grow up like you did. I don't have a grandpa keeping me at home or yelling at me for not wearing the right things. So, I can't go tellin' you to just relax . . ."

Dropping his hands to his sides, the collie let out a sigh. "If someone sees you out here, you're just fine. But if someone saw me . . . and my grandpa found out . . ."

There was a pause, then the fox nodded. "I know this is outside your comfort zone. If you like I can take ya back to the farm, no hard feelin's or nothin' . . . But if you wanna come with, I promise, we'll be more careful." He paused, his eyes were soft, concerned. The crickets were chirping loudly all around them. "I'd like it if you came with."

Reed extended a dark handpaw to help his friend out of the overgrown ditch.

After a long moment, a smile broke on the collie's face and he stepped forward. "Yeah, alright."

His hand was firm and reassuring, pulling Dylan out of the foliage and right up to the fox. With their bare fur suddenly separated by mere inches, it was vaguely awkward, but rather than offering some space, the fox pulled him in for a hug, patting his back with gruff, fraternal affection, their chests pressed warmly together. Dylan was slow to react to the surprisingly physical gesture but eventually responded in kind by wrapping his arms around the other teen's lithe, vulpine figure. Only hoping to avoid the awkwardness of a one-sided hug, the collie found some unexpected comfort in the warmth of that bare fur, but allowing himself to relax in the moment, he wasn't spared the incidental brush of the other boy's unmistakably naked skin against his own. Dylan froze, the comfort suddenly gone. Between the glancing brush and the firm embrace, enough blood was pumping between his legs that his penis had firmed up and was suddenly nuzzling up against Reed's, shaft rolling over naked shaft. He swallowed hard as their bare genitals engaged in their own little shameless show of affection.

"Well, uh . . ." Dylan pulled back from the hug, flaccid but hanging a little longer. "We should get going then."

He brushed over his fur, sending a few persistent leaves and twigs falling to the ground, and as the two carried on down the empty road, the collie's mind returned to the pickup that passed them by and the possibility of encountering other midnight motorists. Being naked around Reed was one thing--something he'd even come to enjoy--but the idea of being caught like this by a total stranger made his heart sink. Could he have really passed for a 'wild animal' in the fox's company? What if someone recognized him? He brushed a paw around his scrotum to free a twig uncomfortably wedged against his thigh, and the collie continued down the empty road. "So, you, like . . . _never_wore clothes growing up?"

A grin graced the fox's delicate muzzle, "Nah. Not unless we were playing dress-up with blankets or whatever."

"Huh," Dylan's eyes descended in idle thought, arriving at his bare footpaws once again padding along the still-warm summer asphalt. His curiosity was finally getting the better of him. "So, um, your family too? They all go naked?"

The fox nodded, entertaining the questions without hesitation. "Yep!"

"Even, like . . . your mom?"

He laughed at that, "Uh-huh! And my sisters, my brothers, my dad . . . I mean, it's not like there's any reason not to. We've got a nice den we can sleep in when it gets cold, but even then, our fur is basically enough."

Dylan struggled with the scene. The concept of he and his own parents hanging around the house in their bare fur was totally foreign, and looking down at the pink length flopping between his legs, he couldn't imagine them seeing firsthand just how generous puberty had been to their precious little pup. He blushed beneath his cheek fur, immensely thankful that they'd never barged into the bathroom to find him hunched over and experimenting with the slippery play of his foreskin on a full erection.

"What?" the fox chirped.

Dylan turned to see that moonlit vulpine face tilted curiously. "Oh, nothing. It's just . . . different from what I'm used to. I never go around naked at home. Hell, it must've been years since my folks even saw me without clothes on."

The border collie's tone was flat, but his friend picked up on the body language and looked on with an expression gentler than Dylan had ever seen on the fox. "Hey, there's nothing wrong with growing up like that. Every family's different. I gotta say, it's brave of you to break away and try somethin' new. And if I may add, your fur suits you just fine without clothes. You look, uhh . . . confident!"

He grinned at the compliment, even though he felt anything but. "Thanks, Reed."

***

Even before the trees that flanked the road on either side gave way to open lots, Dylan could see silhouettes of houses ahead, resolving faintly as they walked on. The dim amber glow of streetlights dotted the small rural town, and the air was quiet enough to hear the rustling of leaves and the chugging of air-conditioning units. Walking down the empty street, Dylan felt a bizarre dissonance; this was the same place he visited every day, now devoid of townsfolk, and he himself conspicuously devoid of clothing. Passing one of the restaurants bearing a large CLOSED sign, the neon letters cast a red glow on his nude fur. Outdoor lights still shone on a few porches, and the odd window still looked into a lit room. All it would take was for any given resident to peer outside to see him strolling around buck naked. Without the encouraging influence of the fox, there was no way Dylan would have concocted such an escapade, but there was hardly any turning back now.

"I told 'em to meet us here," Reed said in a slightly hushed tone. The two of them padded under the strong illumination of a pair of streetlights onto the brick trail of the public park, and sure enough, a figure sat on his haunches on the rim of a granite fountain. The fountain itself didn't run at night, but the basin was full of calm, dark water.

"Am I early or something?" The figure called out to them flatly. Getting closer, Dylan was a bit surprised to see the one waiting for them was an opossum. Less surprising--though no less novel to the collie--was that the opossum was hanging around in the moonlit park just as nude as they were.

"Depends. How long you been waitin'?" the fox trotted up to join his friend. "Dylan, this is Ty. Ty, Dylan!"

The opossum raised his furless paw in greeting and his smile, while friendly, bore many small, sharp teeth. "Pleasure to meet ya, Dylan."

The collie returned the wave and joined the two of them by the fountain. Ty seemed to be of a similar age, and apparently good enough friends with Reed to get invited to raids such as this. Wherever there was fur on his somewhat stout body it was white, thinning out to leave his fingers and toes bare, while a muscular-looking tail curled around from behind. Resisting the initial temptation, Dylan's eyes insisted on a glimpse between the opossum's legs--just for curiosity's sake. The flaccid length of his penis draped over the bare, pink skin of his scrotum, sagging under the weight of a pair of hefty, plum-sized testicles. Dylan already felt gifted, but the massive bald nuts hanging off Ty put him to shame. Dark spots decorated his genitals, thickest near the base and growing smaller and fainter toward the mouth of his foreskin and the bottom of his pendulous ballsack.

Feeling unnecessarily voyeuristic, the collie cut his gawking short . . . only to find the opossum was sizing him up. He had a chance to ease into the whole fraternal nudity thing with Reed, but meeting someone for the first time without the veil of even a scrap of clothing between them was an altogether different matter. He felt vulnerable swapping introductory glances at each other's junk as easily as they'd waved 'hi' to each other, but it wasn't totally uncomfortable either. Denied the option of modesty, Dylan was all but forced to be satisfied with his natural state and, in an odd way, that was liberating.

"Reed told me we might have some extra company tonight. Glad you could make it," the opossum smiled. The distant lighting cast an amber glow on his fur. "You been into town before?"

Dylan nodded, "Yeah, lotsa times. Just never at night." And never quite so naked, he silently added. Beneath his footpaws, he could feel the grit of the brick path; interlaced contours that he never appreciated all those times he walked the park in the comfort of his sneakers. The canine shuffled from one foot to the other just to take in the sensation.

Reed added reassuringly, "We're gonna be sure and keep a low profile. Nothing too risky."

"What? I'm always careful." Ty answered.

The fox shook his head, laughing. "I've known Ty a long time," he explained to the collie. "I musta been a kit like this big when I first met him." He gestured with his hand stretched flat. "And when his nuts were like this big!" He pinched his fingers together, making an exaggeratedly small 'O'. It was only thanks to their nudity that Dylan had some frame of reference.

"Yeah, it's been a few seasons now," the opossum chuckled, lowering his paw to scratch an itch that sent his fat, pink balls wobbling.

The two had apparently entered adolescence together, and Dylan imagined it was comforting not having to go through the turbulent experience all on one's own. Only very recently had he himself found any brotherly comfort in his own young adulthood and wondered with some envy what it would have been like had he met Reed years ago. The opossum and fox must have spent many lazy afternoons together, reflecting on the growth of their ever-nude bodies as they matured from one season to the next. It was easy to picture them relaxing together in some sunlit grove, pawing away to relieve their new hormone-addled urges. Too young for a mate, but too old to keep those instincts bottled up. Rather than experimenting in the dead of night under the timid cover of bedsheets, surely it would dispel so much shame and mystery to see your friend's toes curl with joy as he milked out spurts of his youthful seed, only to follow up in the next moment with your own satisfying release.

"So, uhh," Reed continued, drawing Dylan from his reverie, "My brother joining us, or what?" The three of them were gathered in a semi-circle, half lit by the park's electric lamps, surely looking like they were conspiring. Behind them in the midnight shadows, a voice suddenly answered the fox.

"Nah, you'll have to settle for me tonight."

The tone was as velvety as it was wry, and Dylan whipped his head around to see who'd managed to sneak up on them.

It was a fox.

She was a fox.

She sauntered up to the trio, bare, black-socked feet padding from the short, yielding grass to the brick pathway. She was just as unassumingly nude as the boys but carried herself with effortless, natural poise. Her frontside was a countershaded snowy white and from her chest hung the ripe, swelling curves of a pair of equally pale-furred breasts, a generous pawful each. Her fur was the same color and pattern as Reed's, and she seemed a similar age, so it was little surprise when he introduced her.

"Oh . . . Okay, well . . ." the one fox gestured with a paw to the other, "this is my sister, Ivy."

With one arm behind her and the other raised in an introductory wave, Ivy's bare breasts were even more pronounced, peach-pink nipples jutting pertly from each naturally swaying mound.

"Ty, good to see ya!" the vixen chirped. "And nice to meet you, umm . . ."

Struggling for a moment to find words, he finally managed a meek, "Oh, I'm Dylan."

"Wait, wait," she suddenly turned to her brother, "Is this the border collie you met the other day?"

When Reed nodded the vixen grinned. "Cool! So he convinced you to come along on one of his crazy midnight raids?" Cocking her hips, thighs slightly spread, Dylan could get a peek at the neat, white-furred cleft running down the middle of her vulva, all crowned by a modest, teenage pubic tuft. Only the pink slit of her clitoral hood protruded from that fuzzy furrow, exposed to the boys with all the indifference of an animal living happily clothes-free.

But the collie was far from indifferent to her casual display. The only female nudity he'd been exposed to in his young, sheltered life was the manner he'd found on the internet. Against all good manners and mental restraint, the telltale swelling and lengthening between his legs returned for the second time that night. His penis hung a little heavier as it responded to the naked vixen with a rude candor all its own. To make matters worse, his conspicuous length earned a direct gaze from Ivy; perhaps it was the casual looking-over all these wild animals exchanged, but that kind of unambiguous attention from the opposite sex meant there would be nothing to stop him arcing proudly skyward in a big, throbbing show of just how pleased he was to make her acquaintance.

Mercifully, Reed came to the rescue.

"If it's just the four of us, let's go. No used waiting around!"

With a pat on the shoulder, Reed ushered the canine along, the opossum and vixen following suit. Padding along the trail into town, Dylan had a chance to soften down again and collect himself, but the smirk on Reed's muzzle told him he wasn't quite discreet enough. He offered an apologetic shrug and the fox just rolled his eyes.

"Dude, don't worry about it. If I didn't grow up with Ivy, I might be right there with ya."

"Sorry, I'll try not to get excited . . ." the collie murmured out of earshot of the others.

"Hey, do whatever! I know you can't exactly help what goes on down there. But don't complain if she teases you for it." He stuck his tongue out with a grin.

***

"Okay, first things first!" Reed spun around and faced the small group, black-gloved arms outstretched for their attention. "We gotta survey the area, and I reckon that's the best vantage point."

He pointed off to a building that Dylan recognized instantly, even in the subdued glow of the moonlight. A place he visited almost every day: the public library. The two-story brick structure stood higher than most of the surrounding stores and residences, and presumably the fox knew some way to the rooftop. Padding across the well-manicured lawn, up to the neatly trimmed hedges lining the brick building, Dylan finally saw what his friend had in mind; around the back of the library, tucked away at a gap in the hedges, a steel latter was bolted to the exterior leading right up to the roof. The only apparent problem with this plan was that the lowest rung was hanging about 10 feet off the ground.

"Oh! Oh! I wanna go!" the vixen chirped, bouncing right up to the space beneath the ladder. "C'mon, Reed. Help me up!" She stood there facing the boys with her arms upstretched, lithe, beautiful, perfectly nude--impossible for Dylan to take his eyes off.

"Okay, okay . . ." her brother dutifully laced his fingers, palms up, giving Ivy the extra step she needed to reach the lowest of the metal rungs and pull herself up with impressive ease. "Now Ty, you spot me."

Assisted by the opossum, Reed was the next to climb up, quickly joining his sister on the roof. Hoisting himself up, the fox looked surprisingly athletic, his shoulder and back muscles working effortlessly beneath that bare red fur. He seemed to Dylan like a truly wild animal, navigating the world around him with an ease and grace he could only dream of achieving. From the rooftop, the fox peered over and called softly.

"Okay, um . . . Dylan, give Ty a boost up. We'll scout out the area and be right back down."

"Oh. Yeah, sure!" the collie called back in a hushed tone, taking a position beneath the ladder and crisscrossing his fingers the way he'd seen the others do.

The opossum lifted a leg, "Ready?"

As his furless foot pressed down onto Dylan's interlocked hands, he steadied himself. For going around without shoes all the time, Ty's soles were surprisingly supple, the bulge of his toepads soft as they wrapped around his palms, and the collie had to wonder if this was some trait specific to opossums, slow and unhurried as they often were.

"Ready."

Dylan held firm as the other boy grunted, stepping up with his full weight. The collie very suddenly found himself at eye level with the opossum's groin, and before he could so much as react, a pair of plump pink balls were pressing against his muzzle. His nose was buried in smooth, fleshy scrotum, the skin bunching up where it draped over his snout and the clear outline of one fat testicle slumping off to either side. His eyes went wide and--even stifling a gasp--Dylan still managed to inhale enough of the opossum's masculine aroma to thoroughly fill his nostrils.

"Unf. Thanks, buddy," Ty huffed out from above as he finally pulled himself up onto the ladder, not even acknowledging that he'd given the dog a nice faceful of his joey-makers.

Dylan wiped his nose with the pack of his paw, unable to answer with anything after getting so much better acquainted with the opossum than he expected. He looked up and saw that pair of plum-size nuts swaying ponderously between his legs as he climbed his way to the roof.

Before long, he couldn't see anything of the others. The only comfort that he wasn't alone was the hushed murmurs from the roof two stories up. Besides the relative cover of darkness and the faith that no one would be wandering around at such a late hour, there was really nothing hiding Dylan as he stood outside the quiet library. Even the dim amber glow of the lampposts felt like a spotlight on his nude body. He'd only ever visited the place during daylight hours when the streets and sidewalks were milling with locals, and the juxtaposition felt bizarre. Maybe even--he allowed himself to consider--just a little exciting. The cool summer air was invigorating, embracing his bare bi-colored fur from nose to toes. The sensation was inviting. Venturing onto the manicured lawn, the grass was soft and springy on the pads of his feet. Wandering just a little further to the paved sidewalk, his tail wagged pleasantly behind while his pink length swayed pendulously ahead. It was remarkably liberating, and he silently admitted that he envied Reed for enjoying that freedom every waking moment of his life. The fox didn't have to hide his grown-up, male body from anyone: not his sister, his mother, nor even brand-new acquaintances. Suppressing memories of awkward swim class showers, Dylan strolled down the sidewalk wearing nothing but the slightest of grins, imagining a world in which he could simply walk through this little town and right into the library, feeling totally comfortable in his natural, grown-up body.

"Hey, Dylan!"

The hushed call brought him back to the moment. Reed motioned him over, descending the ladder. The canine quickly padded over and laced his hands for his friend could step down.

With a thump, the was back at ground level. He leaned over to Dylan's ear, close enough that no one else could hear. "Hey, I thought you wanted to be more, like . . . sneaky tonight."

The collie grinned. "Nah, the weather's too nice. Thought I'd go for a little walk."

Nodding, the smile on Reed's muzzle was soft but genuine. "Well, we found some good spots to check out. You like watermelons?"

***

Clothed only in the light of the half moon, the four followed the sidewalk, crossing no fewer than three residential streets before Reed brought them to a fenced-in garden set off in its own plot. On nimble feet, he hopped inside and spread his arms in emphatic display of their first treat of the warm summer evening: watermelons.

"Oh, heck yes," Ty laughed as he climbed over the short wooden fence, leathery tail slumping along behind.

Ivy hopped in next, her face beaming, "Ooh! Reed, would you do the honors?"

While Dylan eased himself over the pickets of the small garden's fence, the fox lifted a watermelon the size of his torso way up over his head. It seemed to take some effort, but in the next moment he hurled it to the ground, cracking the fruit messily into several smaller, juicy chunks.

"Dig in, guys! C'mon, Dylan!"

The bed of the garden was soft and warm underfoot, vines crisscrossing this way and that in such a tangle that the collie had to be careful not to trip. He waited for everyone else to grab a chunk of freshly cracked melon before helping himself. He'd already had his first of the season back at the farmhouse, sliced and presented considerably more neatly than what was on offer here, but the haphazard feast had its own charm. The other guys settled down on the garden bed with their legs open in carelessly exhibitionistic displays. Dylan joined them on the ground, keeping his own thighs a little closer; he wasn't so much worried about Reed getting a view of his maleness, or even Ty, but finding himself nude in the presence of a member of the opposite, he couldn't help but relapse into self-consciousness. He leaned back against the fence and stared down his midnight snack for a long moment, and as he took his first bite, watery juices trickled down his hands, crisp sweetness finally hitting his tongue. Maybe it was the warm moonlit night, maybe the company of friends, but Dylan couldn't remember a watermelon ever tasting so much like summer. He leaned his head way back and closed his eyes, a soft grin on his muzzle.

"Pretty good, right?" Reed broke the silence, talking through a mouthful. After swallowing, his words were clearer. "These aren't like apples. We can't exactly take 'em home. So we gotta eat 'em at the source."

The collie chuckled, "Maybe we could carry one of them off . . . But, yeah, you're right."

"So, Dylan," the vixen began. She found herself a seat atop one of the larger watermelons in the middle of their fenced-in patch, one black-socked leg crossed daintily over the other. "You live around here? Don't think I've ever seen you around before." Her head was cocked curiously, tail swishing idly behind.

"No, I um . . ." the occasional bounce of her very bare breasts was a persistent distraction, but the collie managed more or less to keep his eyes on her face, "I'm just visiting for the summer. From out of town."

"Oh, fun! You a long way from home?"

Dylan wiped a fist across his juicy muzzle, "Yeah, kinda. I'm staying with my grandpa just outside of town."

"Wait . . ." the vixen's expression went flat, "You mean that old border collie with the--"

"With the orchard!" Reed finished his sister's sentence, grinning.

Ivy's mouth hung open in shock, "But I thought that farmer wanted to ring your neck!"

"Yeah, that may be true," Reed laughed, "But Dylan here ain't his grandpa."

The collie huffed out a laugh, shaking his head, "You can say that again."

"Well, if Reed trusts him, then he's okay by me," Ty chimed in. Chunks of melon rind lay around him, licked clean by the hungry opossum. Sitting there with legs spread, his balls rested heavily in the soft give of the garden soil.

"Well, my brother's been known to hang out with some nutjobs," Ivy smirked, turning to Dylan. "Buuut, I'm sure you're okay." She took another bite, eyes on the dog and a wide smile on her lithe muzzle.

He offered an awkward grin in return, not totally sure whether Reed's sister was just being friendly, or something a little more. He felt himself on plain display for the vixen, and seeing her eyes wander down his body during those lulls in conversation made him feel . . . vulnerable.

Exposed.

Deliciously so.

Growing up in a family without clothes, there was no reason to think she'd feel embarrassed around a bunch of naked boys, but it was obviously a shade more complex than that. She could freely size up anyone she wanted, silently assessing, judging. Maybe Dylan's dick--which he might modestly acknowledge was larger than average--drew her attention, and quite unlike the forced exposure of the swim team showers, he actually _wanted_her to see how he stood out. Because of this, he finally allowed his legs to relax and his thighs to casually part.

Little surprise that her gaze fell from his. He hoped the invitation--unspoken as it was--hadn't been too blunt, but Ivy was clearly willing to take him up on it. A subtle widening of her smile was the only feedback the discreet vixen offered as Dylan felt her eyes dwelling on the flaccid pink length of his penis. While a gnawing sense of embarrassment accompanied the exposure of his boy bits, slumping gracelessly on the dark garden dirt, it was equally exciting to see her interested in the sight of his naturally nude body.

As if in response, Ivy uncrossed her legs and revealed a slit of her own pinkness, smooshed as gracelessly, yet delectably between the white-furred mounds of her vulva and the watermelon upon which she sat. He all but drooled at the sight, difficult as it was to make out--was she really inviting him to take a nice long look? Dylan felt a strange motivation from some basal corner of his brain to sniff at the vixen, to lick pleadingly at her bare genitals until she relented and presented . . . But all he did was stare. And even then, he felt compelled to cut it short. Not knowing the social norms of these wild animals and their habitual nudism, he erred on the side of politeness, at least insofar as his post-pubescent curiosity would allow. The female body was still a mystery to him. Dog, fox; it made no difference, and he yearned to discover it for himself. No pictures could do the real thing justice, and all he knew was that between those neatly pursed lips of Ivy's labia was a tunnel of incomparable pleasure.

The vixen's eyes narrowed in a genuine smile before turning her attention elsewhere.

"Ty! You already finished? Here, I can't eat this whole thing." Ivy rose from the fruit that served as her seat, stretched out her whole lithe body, and sashayed over to the opossum with a half-eaten melon chunk in paw. The way she moved on those black-socked feet oozed sensuality; even in her nudity, she was the picture of elegance.

Reed interrupted Dylan's observations. "There's this vending machine just down the street that I can jimmy a free can out of. Well, sometimes. I figure we give it a shot next."

"Sure. I'm game." The prospect of a free soda wasn't too exciting to the collie, but maybe the furtive, rebellious nature of the night imbued its own flavor on otherwise ordinary experiences. If they invited him to drink water from a garden tap, he wouldn't turn it down.

"I mean, no promises. But a couple of times I managed to do it. Worst that happens is it doesn't cough anything up and we move on."

"Worst that happens," Ty corrected, "is we get yelled at and chased off with a broom!"

Dylan's concerned eyes alternated between the two. "Like, actually chased off?"

Ivy stood in the middle of the watermelon patch, hands on her hips. "How about Dylan and I browse the gardens and you two try the soda machine." She cast a glance down at the collie, who was all too eager to accept.

***

Wandering the moonlit town, alone but for this acquaintance of a girl, a distinct sense of freedom returned to Dylan. As they walked across the grass and bare dirt of one backyard garden after another, the occasional stone path cool underfoot, they passed several dark, quiet households and the town felt like their domain. All it would take was any given homeowner poking his head outside the window to interrupt their midnight meanderings, but everything remained peaceful as the town slept.

"So," Ivy's velvety voice interrupted the silence, "how'd you and Reed meet anyway? Considering your grandpa's basically out for his blood."

"I guess I just bumped into him. Almost literally." That got a chuckle out of the fox, so he elaborated. "He was running from my grandpa's orchard, arms FULL of apples! I didn't really care if he took 'em or not, and he offered to share some."

"And you became quick buddies by the looks of it," the vixen smiled. "But then, tell me . . . why's a wild dog living on an orchard anyway?"

Dylan's muzzle tilted awkwardly, "You see . . . I'm not actually a 'wild' animal . . ."

Ivy's jaw dropped, her hands raised theatrically to either cheek. "No!" she exclaimed sarcastically. Suddenly breaking the facade, she bumped the collie with her hip, laughing out loud, "It's okay--I knew you weren't a forest animal! But I guess you don't fit in too bad."

He gave a slanted smile, "You think so? I guess hanging out with your brother helped me get a taste of it."

"And your grandpa still doesn't know?"

He shook his head, "Definitely not. Otherwise I'd hear about it."

She grinned toothily, "So, I guess I shouldn't show up at the apple orchard asking if Dylan's home?"

The thought of the nude vixen showing up all cute and coy on his doorstep was both terrifying and titillating. Dylan cleared his throat abruptly. "Umm, yeah, I don't think he'd like that. I mean, I wouldn't mind at all, but . . ." he trailed off with an awkward smile.

As they walked side by side, the youthful bounce in Ivy's breasts begged for his attention, nodding up and down unapologetically, her bare nipples pink and pert in the soft moonlight. Rather than risk outright staring at the girl, Dylan focused on the neighborhood around them--quaint houses with dark windows and well-mown backyards. But amidst the stillness, a faint glow shone from one window in particular, and as Ivy broke off to snoop around the garden, the collie padded over to catch a glimpse of what might be inside. He slowed to a stop when the interior settled into view.

Long blonde hair fell around the shoulders of a robed figure. With only a single table lamp lighting the room, it was difficult to make out more . . . until a pair of golden-furred shoulders shucked out of the white robe, hesitated for a moment, and let the chunky garment fall to the floor entirely. Dylan was captivated. Defining shadows cast over the contours of her exposed back, the ample swell of breasts spilling to either side of her nude torso. Retrieving a long nightshirt from the bed before her, she pulled it over her head, slowing as the hem navigated her full chest.

"Hey, Dylan!"

He snapped around at the hushed call of his name.

"Look!" Ivy hopped over to a small tree standing on its own in the middle of the yard. With one last glance at the woman inside, he promptly padded over, the view lost.

The vixen spread a large leaf on her palm and showed Dylan excitedly when he finally caught up. "You know what this is?"

The collie shook his head, but she was beaming.

"Figs! They're like my favorite ever! If I knew someone was growing 'em, I'd have come straight here first." She went to work rustling through the branches, "You just gotta find 'em--"

Only a moment later, light poured over the backyard with a sharp click, instantly illuminating the nude collie and vixen.

"Run! RUN!" she urged Dylan in a hushed voice, dragging him along by the arm.

There was a voice inside, footsteps on the floorboards.

"Here! Jump!" The pair came to the hedge at the back of the yard and leaped over it. Ivy effortlessly cleared the obstacle while Dylan's foot snagged a cluster of leaves that fluttered around them as they took cover.

The kitchen door slid open, dragging solidly along its tracks. A female voice broke the silence. "Is anyone there?"

Heart racing, Dylan pressed his shoulders flat against the hedge and dropped quickly to the ground, his back to the house, making every effort to remain there, perfectly still. He bared the teeth in his softly panting muzzle, trying not to even breathe too loudly. Ivy had settled to the grassy lawn beside him, and as the scene resolved and his mind stopped rushing, he realized they were right up against each other, their arms, hips, and thighs touching--bare fur against conspicuously bare fur. Even so, neither of them moved an inch for fear of being discovered, but the vixen's muzzle bore an exhilarated smile. It was the look of a girl who was young, daring, and invincible. A white-furred breast slumped firmly against Dylan's arm, rising and falling with the fox's deep breaths. Her pert nipple rocked so close to the dog that he could make out delicate creases on the supple pink skin.

"Hello?" the voice at the kitchen door called again, receiving no reply.

The entire side of his body rubbed back and forth against the vixen, heart pounding way up in his throat. She lifted a finger to her grinning lips, urging him to stay still and silent. Not only was Dylan in the company of a very attractive--and very nude--girl, but he was momentarily stuck there, readily exchanging body heat with the warm squish of her soft-furred thigh and the plump swell of her bare, teenaged breast. He shut his eyes to keep himself from staring, clenching tight and waiting for the situation to pass harmlessly by. As desperately as he wished he could put some breathing room between himself and the vixen, any rustling against the hedges would surely give away their presence--and he could hear footsteps on the lawn. Despite his noble efforts and silent pleas for composure, the sensation of pressing up against her--of being tracked down like naked, wild animals--simply overtook the collie, and he felt himself responding in a very obvious way. When Dylan opened his eyes again, he was met with the pink length of his penis firming up and throbbing steadily skyward.

Dylan's cheeks burned red under his fur when he noticed Ivy's attention had turned to his growing erection, her dark ears snapping upright, muzzle parting in surprise. This only fueled the fire. He wanted to cover up, he wanted to run away, but all he could do was sit there as his unwittingly captive audience watched with unflinching interest as his penis throbbed away to its full, rather impressive length, naked and bathed in moonlight. The wrinkled mouth of Dylan's ample foreskin hung off his tip, wobbling with every lewd little pulse, and it wasn't long before a shimmering bead of precum pooled up in that fleshy sleeve. There was no way to hide himself, his erection giving the vixen the most primal and honest compliment a boy could offer, but the way she grinned suggestively, eyes half-lidded, hinted that this wasn't the first time she'd enticed this kind of flattery. Dylan tensed his muscles reflexively at Ivy's shameless attention and a drop of precum oozed free, trailing down his shaft and leaving a shiny trail behind as it traced the contours of luridly engorged veins. As he continued to leak, slippery fluid pooled at his uncircumcised tip in anticipation of the chance to nuzzle up wetly inside her and hump away with feral abandon. If they were just instinct-driven animals, he'd probably be halfway to planting his seed in Ivy, buffeting the grass beneath them as he moaned to the moon above--that was the kind of rough, sloppy, shamelessly public copulation that would get the homeowner setting the garden hose on them. But as it was, the desperate throbbing and drooling of his penis looked more like a pitiful plea to this girl who was leagues above him.

The kitchen door again slid on its track and closed with a resounding WHAP.

A loud breath escaped Dylan's muzzle and he leaned forward, plunging both hands to his crotch and finally covering his erection. The vixen giggled, deliberately ignoring Dylan's plight. "That was a close one, huh?" She scooted right back up beside the collie, denying him a chance to cool off. "Shame we couldn't get those figs."

His voice was shaky, "Y-Yeah . . . It's a shame . . ."

After an uncomfortably long moment, Ivy got to her knees and peeked over the hedge with a rustling of leaves. The yard lights were off, the house was dark.

"Uh . . . Dylan?"

The collie turned, hands still protectively covering his lap.

"Okay, Dylan, this might sound crazy, but I think if we're quick, we could hop right back in and grab some of 'em . . ."

"You serious? We just made it out of there!" His muzzle slanted incredulously.

She crawled on all fours back to the collie's side, leaning over his ear, bare breasts provocatively pressed against his shoulder blades. "Tell ya what. If you do it for me . . ." her voice softened to a near whisper, muzzle right up against his half-folded ear as she knelt behind him animalistically, ". . . I'll pay you back."

Dylan immediately tensed up and felt a fat, slippery bead leak beneath his hands. With the collie sitting hunched over in the grass, hiding his raging boner, there was no doubt Ivy already knew this would whet his appetite for a dare.

"How 'bout it?"

He had just narrowly avoided being caught and that seductress of a vixen wanted him to go back into the yard. It seemed like a terrible idea, but it was so very difficult to be rational while his blood was surging with hormones and she was laying out a blatant chance to win her over. The collie let out a sigh.

"Wait here . . ."

When he peeked over the hedges, he found the floodlights had turned off, leaving the yard in relative darkness. By quietly stepping over the well-trimmed greenery, Dylan dragged his sack over the leaves, his slumping erection still firm enough to handily clear it. Creeping silently on his toes, he scanned the windows and, seeing every one of them pitch black, made his way once again to the fig tree. Ivy's ears stood alert as she peered from behind the hedge while the collie rummaged through the healthy growth of leaves.

There's one! His heart pounded, eager to grab some fruit and get out. And another! Discovering more figs, he rustled around deeper.

CLICK.

The floodlight activated, illuminating the whole yard. Dylan whipped around. Not yet, please, not yet! But the windows remained dark. There was no movement. Perhaps she took it for another false alarm? In any case, the collie was fully exposed standing there waiting for signs of activity, and not eager to get caught like that. At least his erection had subsided, small comfort as it was. Again digging through the branches, he plucked several more fruits until he could carry no more in his free arm. Satisfied, he swiftly bounded across the lawn and left over the hedge, landing with a grass-muffled THUD. His heart was still pounding as he offered up his harvest.

Ivy was beaming, "You did it!" She grabbed one of the figs from Dylan's hands and bit straight into it, her eyes rolling back as she moaned out her gratitude. "Mmm, Dylan--," she continued, mouth full as she picked another from his hands, "--you gotta try one." He could hardly refuse as she nudged the fruit against his muzzle, her finger pressing flat against his lips when he finally took the whole thing into his mouth. She smiled softly, eyes glinting in the moonlight, the gentle touch of her finger pad lingering sensually.

He luxuriated in the taste of the sweet, firm fruit, handfed by the fox girl, soft, blue light cast over the youthful contours of their bodies. The pleasure was simple, elegant, primal. They were like a boy and girl at the dawn of time, delighting in their natural nudity and unburdened by feelings of shame or modesty, with nothing to do but feed each other fruit and populate the Earth. In that moment, the risk of sneaking back into the yard was all worth it. And in the intimacy of the situation--casual as it may have been--the collie felt a recognizable swelling return.

Ivy's eyes were drawn downward to find his semi-erection lifting off his ballsack in lurid little throbs. She swallowed the last of her fig and gave a toothy smile, acknowledging his arousal in a velvety voice. "Oh, he's a big boy! Guess he didn't forget my promise." Her belly was inches away from his swelling member when she pressed an index finger to his sternum. "I got an idea I think you'll like . . . On your knees."

Dylan's heart thumped in his chest. The burning embarrassment of getting uncontrollably excited in the vixen's presence was replaced with the heat of anticipation. Complying wordlessly and settling his knees on the grass, his mind swirled with possibilities as he found himself face-level with Ivy's naked, white-furred tummy. He salivated as she slowly turned herself around, showing off the feminine contours of her bare hips and firm buttocks, tickling his nose with her flicking tail. He dropped the figs as his penis stood, fully erect.

"One look. Okay?"

Dylan didn't have time to answer one way or another before the vixen's mischievous smile was hidden by the underside of her fluffy brush of a tail and the patch of short pale fur below. His muscles clenched all at once, squeezing free a fresh, fat bead of precum that hung wobbling off his painfully ready erection.

He could only stare.

Bending at the hips, the firm mounds of Ivy's buttocks spread easily, revealing the pink skin of her anus. He didn't expect to find himself so curious about the tight pucker she kept tucked between those cheeks, but on shamelessly casual display, the reflexive twitching of her little pink star immediately caught Dylan's attention and he relished the opportunity to see every inch of the lovely vixen. Finally allowing his eyes to descend, he was met with the downy-furred mound of that naked teenage vulva squeezed plump and soft between her thighs, a pair of supple lips peeking out along the full length of her fuzzy cleft. As she stayed bent over, the tail end of her labia relaxed enough to reveal a hotter shade of pink, and he just drank in the sight of the object of his carnal mating desires.

"You okay back there?"

The collie leaned forward almost imperceptibly, parting his lips unconsciously as he closed the distance between his muzzle and the vixen's playfully presented pussy. He imagined the sensation of those velvety folds mingling with his fleshy foreskin, parting around him as he offered drooling kisses of admiration with his pre-soaked glans. Then, without warning, she closed the gap, and Dylan's nose was surrounded by the supple folds of her labia, smooshing and bunching wetly around him. She forced him to nuzzle up into her warm passage for barely a second before pulling away just as suddenly.

"There! Get your fill?"

The vixen's potently feminine scent filling his nostrils, Dylan's eyes were saucer-wide, his jaw hanging. And even as Ivy straightened herself and began collecting her figs from the ground, she left him kneeling there, desperately erect. In that moment, all she had to do was say the word and he'd be pounding her in the open with all the abandon of a wild animal. Instead, she simply gathered the fruit in the crook of her arm and grinned down at him, a pointy tooth poking mischievously from her muzzle.

"Thanks for being brave and going back in there. I'll be seein' ya around, Dylan."

With that, Ivy turned and disappeared into the moonlit night. Her black-socked feet barely seemed to hit the grass as she bounced gracefully out of the garden with her little haul of fruit, tail bobbing along behind. Dylan was in a tumult of disappointment and infatuation. It was too late for her to hear when he hoarsely responded, "See ya, Ivy . . ."

It was only when the collie finally rose to his feet, breaking the string of pre-cum connecting his slumping erection to the grass below, that Reed called out from across the hedges.

"Hey, Dylan!" the fox trotted up to him, opossum friend following at a leisurely pace. "So, uhh . . ." he looked between the collie's face and the moonlit sheen swinging off his pendulous length, "Where'd Ivy go off to?"

Dylan stared at the fox in a brief daze, the scent of his sister's breeding juices still invading his nose. "Oh, Ivy? She's done for the night, I think. We got some figs and she headed out." It was the truth and, apart from a little unsolicited show, the two hadn't done anything worth confessing.

"Oh, what?" Ty chimed in, "Did you save any?"

The collie shook his head with an apologetically slanted muzzle. "Nah, she took all that was left. Sorry, dude."

"Damn. Does she always do this? Next time we gotta keep an eye on her an' make sure she doesn't just run off."

As the opossum went on about Ivy, Reed padded forward, aluminum can in paw. Hanging out plainly in their mutual nudity, Dylan's penis told more of the story, longingly drooling precum over the girl who'd given him his first taste of what the opposite sex had to offer.

"Got some soda for ya," he held out the twelve-ounce can for the collie, still cold from the machine.

"Thanks, Reed." It wasn't the consolation he was hoping for, but the grin on his friend's vulpine muzzle was enough to remind him how special an experience the night had been.

Ty padded up to them on furless footpaws, "We callin' it here, then?"

"I guess we should," the fox gave his marsupial buddy a firm hug. "We'll catch up soon, Ty."

"And good to meet ya, Dylan!" He approached without hesitation, wrapping his arms around the collie as a warm send-off. He didn't even flinch when Dylan's semi-firm length bridged the gap between them, dragging a slimy trail over his bald scrotum.

"Y-you too," he grinned awkwardly, not for the first time finding his penis rudely intrusive in these naked hugs.